Page 9 of Anatomy Lessons

“I need to get going now,” I say, grabbing my bag. I doubt I’ll need it, but it feels strange to show up at my professor’s office without it.

“Yeah, you don’t want to be late, right?” Sasha winks. “You make sure you call me if anything goes wrong.”

“Thanks.” I nod as I head outside. But I already know nothing will. Everyone else would probably think I’m stupid, but I trust Professor Durand like I’ve known him for years. I’d put my life in his hands, and I can say for certain that he would do the same for me.

How do I know? I just do. It’s a feeling deep down in my core like a rose blossoming for the first time. The rest of the world barely seems to exist as I make my walk to campus and up to the science building that houses Clark’s office.

I keep my head down as I make my way up the stairs to the second floor. It’s stupid, I know, but I can’t help feeling like someone will see me and just know what I’m doing. It actually has me buzzing inside.

I’m being naughty. Mom would kill me if she knew.

My whole life I’ve been the epitome of a good girl. I’ve done exactly as I was told. I got good grades, I never read ‘sinful books,’ I stayed away from boys, and now I’m going to my professor’s office for ‘hands-on’ anatomy lessons.

My older, sexy, irresistible professor…

My hand is shaking as I reach his room. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, but before I can knock, the door opens and I nearly have a heart attack.

“Maisy, I’m glad you could make it.” Clark looks down at me with a foxy smile on his lips and eyes that seem to burrow right into me. He’s wearing khakis today with a navy blue dress shirt and a bow tie that somehow doesn’t fit him but also fits him perfectly at the same time.

He towers over me. I didn’t notice it before back at the bar when I had my heels on, but in my flats, the difference is enormous. He must be well over six feet, and I’m barely five three.

“Hi” is all I manage to reply. God, I’m already screwing up.

“Come in,” he says, slipping a hand around my waist. My entire body lights up, and I go warm like a candle as he pulls me into his office and closes the door behind me.

It smells like him. Manly and inviting. Dominant. There’s a bookshelf, a desk with a chair, and on one side of the room, an olive green couch.

“I like your skirt,” he says. I look down at the plaid blue and green fabric and start to blush.

“I thought it might make our lessons…easier.”

His eyes beam with intensity. I’ve never thought much about men’s lips, but his seem to be calling to me. His gaze moves from my feet and up my body, pausing at my waist and again at my breasts. I’m shaking like a leaf, but I’m also loving every second of this.

“Come, let’s sit down,” he says, leading me to the couch. My heart is pounding like a drum in my chest. I don’t quite know what to do with my hands, so I just kind of cross them over my thighs and pretend to smooth my skirt as I wait for him to tell me what to do. That damp feeling between my legs is back again. Is that normal?

“So, Maisy. When we spoke last time, you told me you know nothing about sex, but you also said you know nothing about your own body. Is that true?”

My chin drops. I stare at my shoes. I didn’t think I’d be this embarrassed, but I’m already starting to sweat as a wave of heat rolls over me. Clark slides closer and places his palm beneath my chin. A breath catches in my throat as he lifts my eyes, forcing me to look at him.

“Don’t be ashamed, angel. You’re safe here. You’ll always be safe with me.”

His words are like gold, soothing praise that instantly relaxes me. Something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye, and I look down to see a thick bulge beneath his pants. I may not know anything, but I think I know what that means.

And I like it.

“Okay.” I nod, feeling more confident now. His eyes flash as he places his hand on my knee. My lips part, and I stare back at his powerful, commanding gaze. I lose myself in his eyes as his hand moves up my thigh, sending the most intense sensations through me. Sensations I’ve never even imagined.

His fingers close around the hem of my skirt, and I drink in a deep breath of anticipation.

This is really happening.

I feel it. A tingle over every inch of my skin, melting down into me like warm honey. A foreign sensation between my legs…

…like a sparkler, setting my thighs on fire.

“Okay, my little innocent princess,” he purrs, slowly lifting my skirt. “Let’s get started with your first lesson.”

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